There was a time, not all that long ago, when, if you saw someone walking towards you who was talking to himself, you crossed the road in case he was a nutter who'd escaped from the local looney bin. These days, they all seem to have escaped from a looney bin or they're talking on their mobile phones. Not knowing which, I still cross the road, only to find myself among a similar lot on the other side.
You'll never catch me reading a Kindle but only a real paper-and-ink book, and you'll never catch me looking like a looney bin escapee talking to myself. Instead, when my mobile phone rings, I talk into a proper handset just as Graham Bell did on March 10, 1876 when he uttered these first words, "Mr Watson, come here – I want to see you".
I bought my "retro" handset from temu.com for $9.29 postage paid all the way from China, and it was here in ten days. Those clever Chinese!
P.S. I had ordered a second one for Padma but then cancelled because there's always the age difference, and Padma isn't "retro" enough yet!
